The group questioned and Tomas. It appeared the girls didn't have much in common other than both being Iroquois, and both frequenting a few of the same clubs. The Violet Hour was mentioned, and Jeanette slightly tensed at it's mention. When asked about it, she had very little to say. After Tomas shared all he knew, he thanked everyone for their time, and went to resume his search. He told the group what motel heâ€™s staying at, and that he would be there for a few days.

Reggie tried to question Jeannette about the Violet Hour after Tomas left, but was too direct for Jeanette's taste. She answered in her predictable, vague way, and when pressed further, took offense and asked Reggie to leave.

The group was speculating about the Violet Hour when Gaston got up to leave. He was sorry to hear the tale of the missing girls, but would leave this for the others to look into. It was really no concern of his. Jeanette said she understood, but it seemed like it worried her. She made a point out of offering Gaston some black coffee before he went. It was odd the way she said *black*. He declined the coffee left, all be it confused. It was also odd enough that Jeannette was getting involved in any matter that was not strictly Note business...

Persephone and Elric noticed the exchange between Gaston and Jeanette and believe they knew what it meant. They decoded the message for everyone once they were outside the Note. She was talking about the Black Court. Ever vigilant about remaining neutral, Jeannette managed to indicate that the Black court is at the Violet Hour by offering her patron a drink. This information made the situation rather serious, and not just for the missing Iroquois girls. Persephone knew a thing or two about these creatures and shared a rundown of their strengths and weaknesses, including their ability to create Renfields out of pure mortals.

Even though the group arrived separately, they decided to work together. After a moment of reflection, it was Dominicâ€™s involvement that changed Gastonâ€™s mind about joining the investigation. It was something to do with debts to the Rizzuto family.

The White InvitationBefore they walked away, the group was approached by a mysterious patron from the Note, dressed all in white. He asked for a meeting with them today, regarding their interest in the Violet Hour. He had clearly been in the cafe to eaves drop. They raised their collective eyebrows at the offer, but the group agreed to meet back here this evening. This man was obviously White Court. Given the circumstances, more information at this point is crucial, and seeing what the White Court had to say could be valuable indeed.

Research and PrepThat gave the group a few hours to look into the missing girls, and prepare for a possible confrontation with Black Court Vampires. Reggie obtained some Holy water and garlic, and loaded some plastic easter eggs for holy hand grenades. Sticks were sharpened, silver was sought out, and folks generally loaded up with all the Black Court anathema they could find.

Dominic and Gaston took one of the colleges and Elric and Persephone took the other. After talking to roommates, RAâ€™s, and even posing as students, they were both able to confirm Thomasâ€™s story about how the girls disappeared. One other clue immerged: both girls came to empty their rooms at night, when their roommates were gone. They left absolutely nothing behind, and only took what was theirs.

Elric wasnâ€™t able to get material for a tracking spell on the girls, so he did some divination using grave dirt and a map of the RESO. By interpreting the dirt clusters, he believed there are approximately 9 Black Court in or around the Violet Hour. Two of the clumps were larger than the rest. One of the larger clumps appeared to have an extra layer of fine dirt around it, and two of the smaller clumps. It almost looked like a grouping. It was hard to get an understanding what, if anything, that meant.

Meeting Tilda RaithOnce they had all arrived back at the Note, and were seated at a table in the club downstairs, the mysterious White Court gentlemen approach the table. He was there to introduce his superior, Tilda Raith, and then left to sit at the bar. Tilda was a very smooth character, also dressed in white. She had bought the table some expensive wine in friendly but arrogant way, and immediately took over the conversation. Tilda had information to offer about the Black Court in the Violet Hour. It appeared there was no price for this info either. She said that the White Court would benefit from their elimination. They were getting in the way of a construction project next door to the Violet Hour, and was willing to lend assistance by sharing some of what she knew.

Tilda said the scourge is fairly new in town. They have created at least one Renfield that she knows of â€“ there was a news report a few months back about a city official that went crazy and started shooting up the street. He was put down by the police. This man happened to be an associate of theirs and was helping them get their new gentlemenâ€™s club approved. The construction site remains closed off and unmanned. Since itâ€™s underground in the RESO, it sounds like an attractive place for the Black Court to retire to.

Tilda answered questions from the group, but rebuffed any veiled accusations or threats with un-phased sense of authority, as Dominic discovered. Continuing with more specifics, she believes that there are two masters. One of them is new in town, and she suspects is assessing the new scourge in some sort of official capacity. Sheâ€™s unsure of the nature of that relationship, but believes that they are indeed in control of the Violet Hour and managed to protect it politically, through the death of more than one city official.

The Violet HourThe group considered all their information carefully, including the fact that eliminating the Black Court would clear the way for a new White Court foothold in the city, and still decided to gear up and head to the Violet Hour for some recon. It was after dark at this point, but still fairly early at the night club.

The gang arrived separately. Gaston took a seat at the bar â€“ a big man who barely fit on the tiny stool. The bartender, over the noise of the music, managed to infer that they were well stocked and could get him *whatever* he wanted. Elric and Persephone arrive together and made their way in through the smoke, stench and sticky floors. Dominic was interested in what was behind the curtains off the side of the dance floor. But Reggie, true to his nature, walked in and opened his Sight.

He swept his gaze around, which could spell trouble by taking in so much at once, but he managed to keep his vision from lingering anywhere and look too deep. He was after a general survey of the room and saw that the smoke in the room matched the true physic miasma in the air. This place was for the depressed, the disenfranchised and general misfits of society. In that regard, it was exactly what it seemed to be. The bouncer at the door was clearly a changeling â€“ probably Â½ Troll. Even to normal vision, if you looked close you could tell his hair was a shade of dark green. Also, at the far table, there was a man sitting alone. To the Sight he looked like a shell of rage and hate with nothing inside. His was clearly a Renfield with empty, black holes for eyes. To normal vision, he was subtly rocking back and forth, but not in time with the music. A nervous waitress brought him a drink, set it down carefully and hurried away. Once he had determined there were no Black Court hiding among the patrons, Reggie closed the Sight. It took a couple of tries, but he managed to shut it down without doing too much damage to his mind.

From behind his bodyguard, he demanded what the hell they were doing. Dominic tried to fake drunk, but neither of them were buying it. They heard him messing with the door handle â€“ there were sound dampening panels lining the walls. Assessing the situation, Dominic changed tactics and claimed to be investigation for the Rizzuto family. He claimed the business in this place was infringing on treaties. Again, the man wasnâ€™t buying it. Apparently heâ€™s from the McGuire family, and had never heard of Dominicâ€™s capo. He told them to get the hell out. Right now.

At this tense moment, the group grudgingly decided to leave. It was a calculated call â€“ it was night and the Black Court would be awake. This is their home turf, and it seemed a strong possibility that they could make an appearance as back up for this guy.

They used the side door to leave. Itâ€™s an emergency exit that lead out to walkway between businesses. Once outside they took a look at the construction site next door. It was locked up with fencing, wood boards, and wrapped with construction fabric. There was no wandering in.

Another InvitationWhile pondering the wisdom of breaking in at night, the waitress they saw earlier came out the side door. She brought them a business card and without a word hurried back into the club. The card was for Gerard Rodgers, owner of the Violet Hour. On the back it had a hand written note: 7 am, Corner of Rue Saint Alexandre and Rue Dowd.

DominicDominic's mentor, Nicolo Rizzuto, a capo in the Rizzuto crime family, disappeared mysteriously during the war with the Hells Angel's. to make matters worse, night ranking members of the family are being gruesomely murdered across Montreal, and the "talented" Alice's to the family won't make a move without Nicolos support.

GastonVia the Alliance, Dominic contacts Gaston for information on Nicolo's location. Gaston agrees to help rescue Nicolo if they assure him no HA are harmed. True to his word, Dominic waits for Gaston to lure the bikes out, then knocks him out and leaves with Nicolo.

ElricContacted by a member of the Rizzuto family to look into the murder of family members, a tracking spell lead me to a group of HA. After following them around for a bit, I saw what happens on the full moon. not a pretty sight, I tell you. but here's the funny thing - those HA are hanging around some of Rizzuto's boys. I don't think this Nicolo dude is going to be happy about this power play. Good news for him is that while these berserkers are thought, they're also stupid and bleed like anything else.

ReggieReggie was left in Montreal to mop-up his family's coterie of low-grade warlocks. It took him some time to find them since he also spent a great deal of time training. After a few brushes with Mortal police and various crime organizations, he finally found the warlock who contributed to the corruption of his new world cousins, and confronted him. This ended poorlyÂ for Reggie. while he beat some henchmen, his purely physical approach did not work against a mind-bender.

ElricI had been tracking a foul sort of monster. some type of mental fuckery, making monsters more monstrous, and humans into monsters. Apparently someone else had the same idea. Man, he was pretty effective against those thugs. I didn't have to come out of the shadows at all. Poor sod came up short with the head honcho though. .Had to wait until the evil ass-hat was focused on the wizard. Gave me enough time to get around him, drop my cloak and drop his knife.

PersephoneIt was lucky the mind bender lacked conviction. This allowed Persephone to protect Reggie, while he was Infuriatingly focused, but unable to comprehend the lack of results. The mind bender was taken by surprise as Elric plunged his blade deep into his kidney. Now aware of the others in the fight, and shrieking vows of revenge he vanished into the night."Who is this you're mixed up with?" asked Persephone,"I need a drink to regain my fortitude" he replied. "I'll tell you about it at the pub"

Training for a leadership role in the faerie court, Persephone was taking on more responsibility in the outside world. While practicing her glamour abilities, she was spotted by a group of soldiers. Her guards were slain and she was taken.

Biding her time in a maximum security prison, build on a magic sink, she met her father for the first time. Unable to take her revenge, not knowing how to fight without her fay powers, he was able to prove his identity and explain his absence in her life.

She chose to stay and train with him, embracing her humanity for the first time.

Trouble began brewing when monster hunters were recruited to join the military cause. After a confrontation on base, she contacted the court to explain her absence. She then left the base, to get her revenge hunting the monster hunters.

Elric - Hmmm. It appears my family has been up to i'ts usual mischief. Hunting "monsters" while ignoring the corruption in it's own ranks. When I saw this... Circus Performer(?) tracking a third cousin of mine, I had to step in and give a hand. She didn't notice the two other members following her. A classic family tactic of baiting. Time to take the family down a peg. I just hope they don't recognize my face and realized that I'm still alive.

Jack - Just got a frantic calls from both Elric and Persophone. Looks like they've bitten of more than they can chew. I grab my kit and run out the door. I arrive to find them together, surrounded by a horde of Elric's family. Good thing we're near the old fort. I close my eyes, gather my will, and Call. From a suddenly gathered fog comes a rush of British and French troops. I push my will against the startled hunters and to their perceptions the troops are real. The fight is soon over, and the hunters fled.

Gaston -The Hell's Angels had a drug deal going down in an empty garage. The cops were supposed to shoe up to arrest them, while Gaston ducks out for a smoke. Instead the Alliance shows up, guns a-blazing.

Persephone -Realizing his mistake too late, Gaston makes a run for it. He's cornered by some heavily armed Alliance thugs. He fears his betrayal of the HA's lead to this somehow, and no one will be coming to his aid. He closes his eye's, preparing for his end, and hears the closest Alliance member hit the ground with a sickening crunch and heavy thud. Gaston opens his eyes again to see the rest of the alliance members rapidly falling. Before he could comprehend what has unfolded, a light appears in the shadow of the garage. A pixie glides towards him - human sized."what are you?" he asks.

"I did this for the club!" he shouts. "This war will kill them all if it isn't stopped! The cops were supposed to come and arrest them, but those Alliance assholes double crossed me....I guess I outlived my usefulness..."

Dominic - Just them, Dominic steps out of the shadows."This wasn't the Alliance's doing. I don't know who these guys are, but they are definitely not AAA. I was in the neighborhood to let you know we needed to reschedule. If you guys are up to it, let's find out who these guys are.I owe you that much."

The trio tailed the remaining killers back to a secure compound bearing the logo "St. George du Lac"

Reggie - I followed Gaston back to the pub. I still need to know if the Hell's Angel turned Bear had anything to do with my family. It was convenient that Elric was there, but Elric was still mildly suspect, so I decided to simple ask Gaston outright. My social graces failed me. I resorted to the soul gaze. Poor lad didn't now know to avoid it. I don't know what he saw, but I saw enough to know he was not my guy.